Welcome to Gaia! ::

Deacon could feel his cheeks heat. Was he blushing? Him, blushing? Oh, hell no. He knew he didn't still stink... Did he? It was impossible.... Right? Right?

He was actually unable to utter a real, coherent comeback. Instead, he went with the desire to have the last word. Somehow, that would make up for the embarrassment. He sneered at Riyo, stepping aside to sweep past ******** off, freak."

Deacon felt better. For the half step he took before his foot bumped into the ghoul's.

He felt himself falling, and he did anything that any other cat would do in such a situation... He twisted 'round, grabbed and clung hold of the nearest object - Riyo - and hoped that he could pull himself back up and make up for the sudden loss of balance.

Failing to scale the other feline to save himself, the tabby ended up falling flat onto his back after his particularly amazing bad maneuver, pulling her down on top of him.

Not to say she was heavy, but the weight of another body landing on him wasn't what he considered comfortable. Not when it was without his permission at least.

"GET OFF." He demanded, despite the fact his nails were still firmly dug into her coat.

Suddenly realizing that he still had his nails hooked into her trenchcoat, he pulled them free. Then, thrust his arms forward in a rather rough shove to 'help' the ghoul off of him.

And to think, one of them just could have given a simple 'excuse me' and none of this awkwardness would have happened.

Deacon was quick to get to his feet, straightening his clothes and dusting them hastily. In his own embarrassment, he couldn't even bring himself to feel like he'd achieved something by bringing Riyo to panic.

Thank Jack that no one else was paying them any mind.

It was pretty obvious that Deacon had won their little argument, if it could be called that... So why did he feel like s**t when she sat there all curled up and depressed? Usually, he would have been amused to see such a thing. Usually, he would have rubbed salt in the wound.

Well, it was a ghoul. That was the reason, he decided, that made him approach her and offer a hand down to her.

"Get up." He stated firmly, but he lacked the disrespectful tone that had been leaking out of his mouth without filter in those few seconds' earlier. He had adverted his gaze a little, as not to meet her gaze, with his expression as neutral as he could muster.

Deacon had retracted his hand when the ghoul pushed herself up on her own, stepping back to give her breathing room as she dusted herself off as he had done himself.

There was a light twitch of his ears with her final statement, a flicker of something in his eyes. Regret? Surely not, he'd never fallen victim to wishing to take back anything he'd said to someone. Things he saw as true, anyway.

But...

"I shouldn't have said that." He stated, looking at her, though still not meeting her gaze for a few long seconds. There was a long pause, in which he tried to think of an appropriate thing to say. Sorry would have been simple for anyone else, but not him.

"You hungry?" He offered, tilting his head in a gesture toward the food line. "I was going to get something to drink, so uh... I can get you something, too."

The fact that she had been leaving when they ran into each other only seemed to make him realize how stupid his words were after he'd already spoken them.

There was a mild flicker of irritation in his eyes when the ghoul reminded him of the insults, his ears tilting back just slightly. The muscles of his jaw tensed, but somehow he managed to keep from letting himself get upset all over again.

"Yeah, well, I wasn't watching where the ******** I was going, as you put it."

Ghoul or not, he could only tolerate feeling awkward for so long, let alone near a doorway where his actions could be witnessed and potentially tarnish the bad a** attitude he was convinced that he had.

"I'm thirsty. I thought you might be, too. I'm going to go get something to drink. If you want to join me, that's your choice. If not, I guess I'll see you around."

This was one of the very few locations that Aislin had not yet visited that was open to her as a visitor. With everything settling and slowing down it was the most ideal place to just... relax. The banshee found an empty table (not like many of them were exactly full) and slid onto the bench. She eyed the food that was set out but ultimately decided against it. It wasn't like she needed to eat or anything, anyway.

The moment of silence and peace gave her a moment to think of everything that had happened that day. It had been SO FAST and intense. So many faces... and... and actually. A lot of those faces she'd probably not be seeing anywhere but on groanspring. She knew that she was going to be a part of the school any-time now... but the others. Well they really were just visitors.

Aislin grew uncharacteristically still, her mouth turning down into the very smallest of frowns. Cat would be leaving. Where was he? And Muka would go... was Joachim leaving? A-And Cady. And then there was Dom. And... so many more. Privately she tried to remember everyone's name and store it away in the back of her mind to search for on groanspring later.